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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 22, 2010 17:04:12 GMT 12
She sighed heavily and looked down again, checking her fingernails for dirt. There was quite a bit, which was to be expected considering how she had been spending the last few weeks. Scratching at one nail, Diova spoke, her voice harsh, "GEEA has a lot to answer for. And I like your wings, the scar actually looks pretty good, despite the fact that it's a result of you being hurt." She sighed and frowned over her shoulder at her wings again. "I didn't know how to fly. I didn't even know what wings were. I first figured out their purpose when I feel off the roof of the GEEA Compound." She shook her head, feeling slightly awkward at how ignorant she had been. "I'd never flown before that, and my wings were weak because I hadn't used them, I could barely move them in my cage so....." She trailed off with another heavy sigh.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 26, 2010 17:39:03 GMT 12
He gave a somewhat irritated grumble, shaking his head again. 'I got lucky. They wanted to keep me strong so they gave me a bigger cage at first, though once I refused to do what they wanted, the sizegot smaller. I fins it amazing that you worked it out on your own. Very few people I know could have done that.' He gave her a slight smile, flashing the hint of straight white teeth before it faded again. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 26, 2010 17:56:08 GMT 12
She smiled back at him, feeling strangely relieved that he didn't think of her badly. "Desperation does that to people." She said blandly, lowering her hand with a sigh. "And I was desperate, although I didn't escape. My wings weren't strong enough to bear me far." She was about to shrug in an offhand sort of way when she remembered her damaged wings. She settled with shaking her head instead.
>Meh<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 27, 2010 12:14:27 GMT 12
He stood, the weight of his wings balancing him instantly as he strode over. The sun hit him, almost making him glow, it seemed, the light reflecting off his hair and wings as he dropped to the ground next to her, the movement graceful yet full of power. 'This is going to sound harsh, but sometimes all you can do is get over it. Not linger over the memories, move on.' He had a friend, a human male, who was still struggling with his past, still trying to get over the pain that had been done to him, and Sabin constantly told him that he needed to move on, and was always supportive of him. He would do that with Diova now, support her if she needed it, remind her of what she needed to do. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 27, 2010 15:22:06 GMT 12
Worry flared in her eyes as he stood up and strode towards her, her wings opened slightly further despite the pain it caused. She was surprised that she was so untrusting of the male that had saved her, but she guessed that it just came down to instinct now. Regardless of the fact she relaxed as he sat down next to her, managing to look both graceful and powerful at the same time. She gave him a small smile, little more than a slight uplifting of the corners of her mouth. "I try not to. It's just worse now that I can't fly. It makes me respect humans. How do they survive without being able to fly?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 27, 2010 15:53:10 GMT 12
He shrugged, a casual riple of muscle. 'I don't think they realise what they're missing. It isn't a part of their lives, so they don't appreciate it or want it like we do.' He hadn't missed the slight worry and defensive reaction, but chose not to mentoin it. She would continue to react like that, no matter what he did. He was exactly the same.
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 27, 2010 16:23:40 GMT 12
She smiled, properly this time and nodded. "Yeah, just like I'm not sad I have gills. I'm sure if I had them I'd like them. And sure, breathing under water would be cool, but walking around with your skin flapping isn't my style." relaxing more fully now as she re-adjusted to his presence, she let her wings settle, although how tensing them would of helped her if he had decided to get nasty she had no idea.
>Soz<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 30, 2010 14:34:31 GMT 12
He couldn't not notice that her looks changed when she smiled, softened, seemed to glow in her happiness. It made her look younger, more innocent, and transformed her face, brought out her beauty. He returned her smile, surprised he had noticed even that. Normally he wouldn't have, that was for sure. Maybe it was her presence, mellowing him out a little. 'You're beautiful without the gills, but even with them you would be still.' Yeah, he didn't know where that had come from, but now that it was out, he realised the truth in those words. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 30, 2010 14:42:16 GMT 12
She stared at him, stunned at the compliment and unsure as to how to answer it, having never received one before.After a moment of being at a complete loss for words her smile widened "Thanks Sabin." She stretched her legs out in front of her and tried to figure out the source behind the warm glow in her chest. It sure as hell wasn't the sun anymore, the cave seemed to of darkened since she had gone to sit in the warmth, the ring of light faded so there was barely a difference from the sky light and the shadows. She looked up, clouds, dark and heavy were obscuring the sky, and as she watched a sudden clap of thunder split the sky. Diova jumped at the loud noise and hissed as she jarred her wings. She pushed herself out from under the hole in the roof, just a bit to slow as the clouds opened up and it started to pour.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Oct 31, 2010 21:22:15 GMT 12
The storm had been expected, but not right at that moment, and Sabin frowned, grumbling about shitty weather patterns, as he motioned Diova over to him, moving out of the downpour himself. The floor of the cave naturally dipped, so that there was a gradual slope, a basin right under the skylight that caught the water. It had never overflowed yet, though when it got high he normalle erected a waterproof barrier around it just in case. But this was a freak storm, and wouldn't last long enough to reach that point. Both he and Diova were soaked, and he pulled his shirt over his head, careful of his wings, wringing the water out of it with a muttered curse. 'I'll go get you some towels, then check your wings, fix up the salve for you.' With another muttered curse, he turned and headed back into the tunnel that lead off to where he stored everything. The fading light played over his golden skin, the muscles ripplin with every movement he made. He was completely at ease with his half-nude state, unused to having human company around and not really caring in the slightest. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Oct 31, 2010 21:32:16 GMT 12
Hurrying over as Sabin beckoned, Diova shook her head, water flying from her hair. She was fucking soaked. "Where the fuck did that come from?" She snapped tugging at her sopping top. Her clothes were plastered against her skin from the water, sticking to her and doing little to keep the warmth in. Her eyes widened as he pulled his top off, revealing golden skin and hard muscles that rippled as he moved. She scowled, telling herself off for staring at him and stood awkwardly near the skylight while she waited for his return. She was cold now, her wet clothing sucking all the warmth from her body and making her shiver.
>Soz<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 1, 2010 16:16:49 GMT 12
Grabing a handful of towels, Sabin slung one around his neck for himself and headed back into the main room, handing the rest but one to Diova. He pointedly kept his gaze on her face as he moved behind her and started to gently towel off her injured wings, knowing that the water was bad for the open wounds. 'I wouldn't have a clue. Doesn't happen often here.' He snorted, thinking of the last storm that had come around, months ago. Hadn't been this quick, or this fast. Finishing her wings, he grabbed the towel around his neck and began to towel off his hair, at the same time walking over to where he kept matches for the candles littered around the outside of the room for times like these. He moved around the room quickly and lit all of them, the flickering light cutting through the approaching darkness that was caused by the storm. Looking over his shoulder, Sabin caught himself from looking anywhere but her face, fully aware that her clothes were soaked and sticking to her skin, not doing a very good job of concealing what lay underneath. 'I have spare trackpants and a shirt you can change into if you want to' he offered. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 1, 2010 16:31:49 GMT 12
Thanking him for the towels, Diova put all but one on a seat. With the remaining one she attempted to dry her hair and keep watch on what he was doing behind her. After it had proven too difficult to keep her head at the awkward angle required to watch him she gave up, knowing that he wasn't actually going to hurt her. His hands on her wings felt nice, which was surprising considering how much she had been through, she shouldn't want him, anyone, anywhere near them. As it was she was slightly sad when he dropped the towel he had been using on her wings and towelled off his hair. Picking up another towel she held it against her, very aware of how her clothes were clinging tight to her body, a fact that he seemed to of noticed to, as he was pointedly keeping his eyes fixed on her face. Diova caught herself watching Sabin again, as he walked around the room lighting candles, his muscles working as he moved. She grimaced and looked away, at the raging storm that she could see through the hole in the roof. She looked back at him as he spoke to her, making a mental effort to keep her eyes on his face. "Yeah, thanks." She glanced away again, feeling awkward that she was relying on him so much.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Nov 1, 2010 16:51:16 GMT 12
Having planned for times when he would come home soaking, he had stached clothes by the entrance, and he retrived them not, the loose gray sweatpants and top that was fitted on him so therefore would fit okay on her. Handing them to her, he fetched the cream he had used on her wings and motioned for her to get changed before he reapplied it. Turning on his heel, he headed back out to give her privacy. He could tell she didn't like relying on him so much, but he couldn't help but offer, to look after his female. Wait, scratch that. In no way was she his, other than the fact that she lived in his territory. He had no idea where the thought had come from, let alone what his subconcious meant by that. What he did know was that he had to resist the urge to turn around and head right back in. Instead, he walked into the cave/room he used as his own, the bed he had claimed taking up the majority of it, against the far wall. He changed his pants, getting out of the soaking jeans and drying his legs before putting on a pair of sweats and a shirt, having noticed that she was uncomfortable with his half-naked state. |
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Post by Nightstalker on Nov 1, 2010 17:00:57 GMT 12
She hesitated for a moment after he had left, holding the clothes he had lent her away from her chest so they didn't get wet. She wasn't comfortable getting changed here, when he could come back any moment, when anyone could appear, but she trusted him not to. Such trust in the male surprised her and she frowned at herself, not wishing to allow herself to trust males. Stripping quickly she dried herself off and pulled the clothes on. They were a bit to big for her, which was to be expected, but at least they weren't falling off her, and they were far thicker and warmer than her previous clothes had been. Picking her sopping clothes off from the floor she wrung them out and folded the wet garments as best she could before putting them aside. She hesitated for a moment longer then went hesitantly to the cave he had disappeared into, staying outside. "Sabin?" She called uncertainly, "I'm done."
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